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The others can be heard yipping and howling in the distance and Stiles recognised immediately what they were doing.

“They are corralling the pack towards the Nemeton clearing. If we head around to the east, we may beat them there.” Stiles shouts as he turns to his left and runs further into the woods.

Behind them and to the north, movement and sounds can be heard as the others chase the Alpha pack in their direction.

Using his magic Stiles races easily through the woods, dodging rocks and trees. He barely contains his laughter, hoping that soon he can race through these woods for fun with the pack.

Derek and Peter are on his left and right, their steps aligning with his as he spreads his magic out around them.

Peter suddenly veers off to their right, circling away and Stiles realizes he can hear someone or something moving towards them fast from the direction Peters has gone.

Stiles misses a step and goes crashing into the clearing, stumbling and barely catching himself, he feels a hand on the back of his jacket tugging him backwards as Derek stops him from face planting into the Nemeton’s stump.

Stiles blinks and grunts as the hand on the back of his jacket manhandles him behind Derek.

A deep growl coming from the wolf. “Get back Stiles.”

Stiles steadies himself grabbing Derek shoulder and peering past him he spots a tall and handsome middle-aged man with sandy blond hair he immediately recognizes as a wolf.

The other wolf is wearing a pair of large dark sunglasses, dressed in a pair of jeans and a zipped up leather jacket, he stands with his hands in his pockets.

Stiles connects the dots and immediately shifts in preparation, this is obviously Deucalion.

Deucalion lifts his head and smiles. “Oh look what we have here. Derek Hale and his little human pack member.”

Derek cracks his neck, his eyes flare red as he angrily growls and flexes his hand at his sides, claws out, prepared to fight the other wolf

Stiles squeezes the hand on Derek's shoulder. His magic flares, he ducks his head to hide his eyes as he connects all the points of life out in the preserve with them. He can sense that they have corralled 2 of the other alphas chasing them straight to the Nemeton, and 2 more seem to be fighting with Peter and his uncle.

He puts on his best bumbling Stiles face, and actually fakes a trip as he tries to get around Derek. “What the hell dude? What's going on out here?”

“Derek” Stiles adds a bit of a whine to his voice.

He takes a small step forward dismissively ignoring the other Alpha in the clearing. “We have been watching you Derek Hale and you have been failing as an Alpha. Your Mother never taught you a thing did she? You and this little human have been running around in circles, chasing your own tails. You've got a goddamn kanima and the Argents have been swarming all over your territory. You're a failure Derek Hale and we are here to change that.”

Stiles sneers. “Hey. That's no way to talk to him.”

Deucalion chuckles, looks Stiles up and down with a salacious grin and moves forward hand outstretched. “Where are my manners, my dear. Let me introduce myself. I am Deucalion the Alpha of Alphas.”

Derek growls low and aggressively, and still holding on to Stiles, he takes a step back as Deucalion steps forward.

“Let go, Sourwolf.” Stiles smacks him on the arm, pulling away from his hold. “Oh Wow. I haven't met many other alphas. I mean we have Derek and of course there was Peter back when he was crazy and uuugggly.” He sing songs the final word.

Stiles smiles as he reaches out to take Deucalion's hand, the hand that is held out flips so it is palm down, the mountain ash in his hand falling and then circling around the wolf. “Opps.”

Deucalion roars and transforms, throwing himself at the barrier, his howl loud enough to shake the trees.

“Tisk tisk. How the mighty have fallen.” Stiles taunts. “Don’t mind me, just the token little human right.”

There the sound of crashing and breaking trees and two of the other members of the alpha pack come barrelling through the trees, a giant of a man and smaller female, Ennis and Kali. Calling out to answer Deucalion's call.

Both of them are in full beta shift, claws and fangs extended. Their clothes are torn and blood splattered, Kali crouches down preparing to fight. Ennis' eyes dance around the clearing taking in the scene before him.

The others start to move into the clearing, Ennis and Kali both turn back and forth watching as they are once again surrounded. A few of the others' clothes are torn and blood splattered showing proof that there had been a few battles out in the woods.

Both of them let out a roar, revealing jagged fangs, flexing their claws and muscles, and moving in unison to leap at Stiles.

Stiles eyes go big as he attempts his best scared voice. “Oh no, more Alpha’s, what ever shall we do?”

Stiles throws his hands up with a laugh, surrounding Ennis and Kali with mountain ash. “Sorry kids, time to end the play date.”

"I can't believe that such a youthful, naive whelp poses a threat to my plans," Deucalion sneered, eyes narrowed in contempt.

A series of growls and hisses from the creatures surrounding the clearing made their thoughts on his words known.

Stiles smiled and shrugged, points at himself and mouths back “youthful, naive whelp”

He then raised his hand as sparks danced across his finger tips. “Well let's do this shall we?”

“My name is Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinsky Gajos, the son of Claudia Elżbieta Stilinski- Gajos. I am my mothers first and only son.” Stiles laughs. “Anybody else got deja vue? No just me?”